"Where is she?"
"They still have her in the back. They have yet to tell me anything about her current condition, much less let me see her."
"What the hell happened?" Paul asked in confusion.
"She fell down the stairs."
"How?"
"I think she just tripped and fell. I found her on the floor after I finished tucking Declan in."
"Was she still at least conscious?"
"No. She had a huge gash on her head. She busted her head open, and there was a lot of blood… so much blood that I immediately panicked. I hope to God that she's okay," Shane said, tears springing to his eyes as he finished rehashing his 'story' of what had happened to his wife, which brought them all their together in the hospital awaiting Lynn's condition.
"Shaner it will be okay," Stephanie comforted her brother as she took him into her arms and held him as he cried.
Paul merely watched the scene, wavering over whether or not he believed Shane's story after what he had overheard a couple of nights before at the McMahon estate. He had no proof, but the blonde felt that Shane played a significantly bigger role in Lynn's tumble down the stairs than he was letting on.
The burly man observed his brother-in-law as he 'fell apart' over his wife's conditions. Paul was not buying Shane's story and it pissed him off that the younger man was trying to pull the wool over everyone's eyes. He watched as his wife consoled her brother… he could not find it in his heart to be angry at her for just being her sweet self. She was oblivious to her brother, but Paul always knew that Shane was arrogant, and he felt that the McMahon heir was borderline possessive and violent in a calm way.
It seems that the heir had been taking his calm violence and possessive arrogance out on his sister, until it eventually landed her in the hospital with a busted head. Paul could not prove it, but he knew that Shane McMahon was abusing his sister, Lynn. This situation only further encouraged his previous assumptions about what he had overheard a couple of nights before. Now he was even more determined than before to prove that Shane McMahon had been abusing his sister.
The first thing he needed to do was speak with his sister as soon as he could, if she was okay, which he prayed to God that she would be. Just as he escaped his thoughts and came back to reality, a relatively tall, brunette, green eyed, middle aged man in a white coat entered the waiting room.
"Shane McMahon…" The doctor called out into the room.
"Yes, that's me," Shane spoke up as he allowed his younger sister to release him in order for him to speak with the doctor.
"I'm Doctor Caldwell." Shane accepted the doctor's hand as he shook it in return.
"How is my wife, Lynn?"
"She's stable, and signs show that she will without a doubt be okay. However, she has a mild concussion. There is an eighty percent chance that she will suffer quite a bit of memory loss, if not completely."
"For how long?" Paul asked, making his presence felt in the room.
"And you are…"
"Paul Levesque… Lynn's older brother," Paul replied in response to the doctor.
"Oh, nice to meet you, Mr. Lévesque. At this point I have no indications as to how long this concussion will last for, but if I had to make an educated guess, I would say about a month… or maybe even sooner under the right circumstances."
"What kind of right circumstances?"
"Well, Mr. Levesque… for example keeping her around things and people that she is more familiar with. For example, everyone that she is most familiar with or anything that is significant to her, an object or even a prior event might help to bring her memory back quicker. I don't know how much quicker, it all depends on Lynn."
The tall blonde sighed before taking a seat in the corner of the room. This put a significant damper on his investigation regarding Shane's apparent abuse. Who was to say that Lynn would even remember how she fell down the stairs, even if she did get her memory back.
He rested his head in his hands. There was only one way to approach this situation now... and that was by questioning Shane himself. However now was not the time. He would get his chance though, and for Shane's health, he had better not detect any foul play on the young man's part.
"Can we see her?" Stephanie asked, speaking for the first time since they had arrived.
"Yes, but you will have to make it brief, because she needs her rest. Keep in mind that while she is stable, she is still seemingly unconscious. She should reach consciousness by tomorrow or at the very least in two days. So just bare that in mind. Now if you will follow me…"
The small group followed the doctor in silence. As they reached a closed blue door, random beeping noises could be heard coming from the room.
"Remember; try to be as brief as possible."
"Will we be able to see her tomorrow?"
"Yes, Mr. McMahon you will. Your wife should be placed in a room by tomorrow, so you can just ask for a room number and go up to see her when you come in tomorrow."
"Thank you, doc." With that said, Steph, Shane, and Paul entered the room, bracing themselves. Upon seeing his sister, Paul gasped and almost burst into tears.
The blonde woman's head was heavily bandaged and the right side of her cheek was badly bruised. The right side of her lip was black and blue, and her right eye seemed to have closed over. It was more than apparent that she had landed on her right side… or at the very least landed on the right side of her face.
"Oh my God," Stephanie gasped as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She reached down and ran her knuckles lightly across her sister-in-law's cheek, "Honey how did this happen?" The brunette asked rhetorically to the unconscious woman.
The blonde man of the group turned and sent a heart stopping glare in the young man's direction. He took note of the heir visibly shuddering and shuffling his feet uncomfortably as he glared at him.
"We need to talk."
"About what?" Shane asked nonchalantly.
"You'll find out soon enough," Paul said lightly in a whispered tone, so that Stephanie wouldn't hear him.
"Paul, can we go now… I can't stand seeing her like this."
"Of course baby. Let's go. We'll be back by tomorrow Shane. Let me get my wife home." Paul sent one more glare in the younger man's direction before taking his wife's hand and exiting the room.
Shane stared at the door that the couple had just exited through. His gaze quickly fell on his wife as he sneered at her unconscious form.
"I think your brother may know our little secret baby, and I think you may have been the one to tell him about it. You better not have been… or I promise that once you get out of here, you'll be right back in here in an even worse condition. So while you're sleeping, you better be praying for your life." He smirked and leaned down planting a light kiss to his wife's forehead, "I'll be back by tomorrow. Hopefully you'll be up by then. Until then, goodnight sweetheart. Sleep tight."
The arrogant man made his exit with a smirk intact. Once outside the hospital room door, he eyed a young blonde nurse sitting behind the counter doing some paper work. He was not about to allow Lynn to ruin his night. Maybe that hot young blonde nurse would help console him and make him feel better. Plastering on his best, I'm-the-poor-distraught-husband face, he made his way towards the nurse.
"Hello, Miss. I'm Shane, and you are…"